It was Frankie who stopped.
He looked at Yvette and asked with respect, "Mrs. Wolseley, where are you going?"
The address made Yvette slightly stunned. She could not help but think of Lance's cold expression a few days ago.
After a pause, she said, "Frankie, I am no longer Mrs. Wolseley. Don't call me that from now on."
She figured that it would upset Lance.
Frankie looked a little embarrassed and replied, "Alright, Ms. Thiel. Where are you going? Shall I give you a ride?"
Yvette looked at her phone. No one picked up her order. She hesitated. Maybe she should ask Frankie to take her to the station since there were lots of drivers who ran long distances.
"Then..."
"Frankie, why are you such a busybody?"
She was interrupted by a man, whose voice was low and obviously unhappy.
The windows of the car were opaque, and Yvette was surprised that Lance was sitting in the car.
